KATE: Not worth the price. I like keeping my belt notched exactly where it is. TONY: What’s that supposed to mean? KATE: What mean? TONY: The whole sort of raised eyebrows winky thing. KATE: Nothing, really. Just a…a nervous tic. TONY: I’ve weighed exactly the same since the day I graduated from college. Never up, never down. KATE: Certainly you would know. Do you weigh yourself a lot? TONY: I never weigh myself. KATE: I see. Huh. I don’t pay that close attention to your body, Tony. TONY: Really? KATE: But Tony, If you’re happy with the way you are, that’s all that counts. (PHONE RINGS) GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Gibbs. Mm-hmm. (GIBBS HANGS UP THE PHONE) GIBBS: We’ve got a murder at Little Creek. Get Ducky. (GIBBS WALKS O.S.) KATE: Are you all right? TONY: Couldn’t be better.

MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:

EXT. BEACH – DAY

GIBBS: Who found the body? ROE: I did. An anonymous tip was called into Base Security saying someone was stabbed here. GIBBS: Victim been ID’d?

TYLER: I just can’t believe Tom Egan is dead. GIBBS: When did you see him last? OVERMEYER: Early this morning. GIBBS: Where was the Commander going? TYLER: To conduct underwater tests on a piece of equipment. OVERMEYER: Did you find a device with his body? KATE: What kind of a device? OVERMEYER: It’s a handheld sonar gun. I’ve got a wooden mockup of the prototype that we’re missing. It uses sound echoes to create visual images. KATE: Like a sonogram. OVERMEYER: Yeah. TYLER: Not dissimilar. Earlier types are larger, have to be towed behind water craft. OVERMEYER: And our version can be carried by a diver. My company developed the concept; we brought it to the Navy. Commander Tyler was assigned as my liaison.

TYLER: I brought in Tom. He was a sound-surveillance expert. We were evaluating it. GIBBS: For use in harbor surveillance. OVERMEYER: Yes. It’s the only working prototype that we have. Its loss is just devastating to the military. GIBBS: And I bet to your company. Where’s the Commander’s desk? TYLER: There. GIBBS: We’re seizing his computer, and anything else we find we need. You understand.

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INT. QUARTER DECK – DAY

SPARKS: (INTO PHONE) Little Creek Quarter Deck. This is Seaman Apprentice Sparks speaking. How may I help you, Sir, Ma'am? Yes, Sir. TONY: Special Agent DiNozzo. SPARKS: They just can’t stop messing with the uniforms, can they, Sir? TONY: You on duty this morning? SPARKS: Yes, Sir. TONY: You take the call about the attack on the beach? SPARKS: Yes, Sir. Call came in at zero nine thirty two. TONY: Get a name? SPARKS: No, Sir. But the voice was male. Sounded real nervous. And when I started asking questions, he just hung up. TONY: You have caller I.D. SPARKS: Yes, Sir. But the call that came in this morning was blocked. TONY: Well, it shouldn’t be too hard for NCIS to trace that. SPARKS: I’d write a letter, Sir.

MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:

INT. OFFICE – DAY

TONY: Come on! Come on, Magee! You said you could do this. MAGEE: I didn’t say it was going to be easy. TONY: Actually, that’s exactly what you said only on the phone you ended it with a Sir. MAGEE: Well, that’s when I thought you were talking about going through the proper channels. TONY: Proper channels have too many bags. MAGEE: Well, lucky for you Little Creek has its own central exchange. Otherwise the proper channels would be our only option. TONY: If I’m so lucky, then why haven’t you given me the number yet? MAGEE: The exchange handles all incoming calls to the base. Do you have any idea how many calls came into Little Creek at zero nine thirty two? TONY: You know what my dad always said about excuses? MAGEE: Yeah, they’re like armpits. Everyone has them and they all stink. TONY: Actually, he used a different part of the anatomy, but you got the main idea. So whatever happened between you and Abby? MAGEE: Our paths still cross on occasion. TONY: Really? I guess the tat on the old caboose did the trick. MAGEE: Among other things. TONY: You don’t say. Did you see any art on her caboose? MAGEE: You’re right, I don’t say.

TONY: I’ll take that as a no. MAGEE: Ah, found it. You see, the new S-S-seven data circuits – they block display of the number. But the calling party number message is still carried on the line. TONY: I don’t know what you just said. I don’t care what you just said. Just give me the number. Why is there an asterisk? MAGEE: I’m not sure. (BEAT) Sir? TONY: That wasn’t an “at it, Sir,” look. That was a “you’d better find out why,” look. MAGEE: Oh. Sorry. TONY: Rookie mistakes. MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:

EXT. EGAN RESIDENCE – DAY

(CAR BRAKES TO A STOP) KATE: Egan and his wife have been married for nine years. They met when they were stationed in San Diego. GIBBS: Any kids? KATE: No. Oh, my god! It’s their anniversary next week. It looks like the Navy was pretty good about stationing them at the same bases. GIBBS: How long have they been here in Little Creek? KATE: Egan was transferred here in March and his wife had to finish assignment in Panama City, Florida. Then followed four months later. GIBBS: No matter how many times I do this, it never gets any easier. KATE: We should have had DiNozzo handle this interview.

GIBBS: I’m aware there’s probably a better time to be doing all this. KATE: Where were you coming home from, Lieutenant? EGAN: Camp Lejeune for the weekend. It was a human resources seminar. When I got home the Base Commander and the Chaplain were here and I knew… GIBBS: When was the last time you spoke to your husband? EGAN: Last night. GIBBS: What time? EGAN: (SOBS) I don’t know. GIBBS: Yeah, but if you could try to remember. EGAN: (CRIES) I don’t know! GIBBS: Lieutenant, I know this is hard. EGAN: (CRIES) Sorry! Around ten…before I went to bed. KATE: Did you know that he was going diving today? EGAN: But he went diving many times during the week. He was a SEAL. He was decorated. GIBBS: Did he tell you what he was working on? EGAN: No, Tom was very strict about need-to-know. He didn’t discuss his work with anyone. Not even me.

GIBBS: What do you think, Kate? Espionage? (TRUCK DOOR CLOSES) KATE: A Navy specialist is murdered and the classified device he has with him is missing. It looks that way. GIBBS: Yeah. KATE: Oh, my god. TONY: Don’t even, okay? KATE: Did I say anything? TONY: You were. I know you were. KATE: It’s a touch small, but other than that it’s fine. And the bonus, no belt. GIBBS: DiNozzo. The anonymous tip? TONY: It came from a restricted phone. Area code seven zero three. KATE: Langley, Virginia. GIBBS: CIA. TONY: Wow, huh? GIBBS: Yeah.

(MUSIC OUT)

MUSIC IN:

INT. SQUAD ROOM – DAY

KATE: It’s okay. I got it, Tony. Don’t you worry. Wouldn’t want to disturb your lunch. TONY: You got me thinking, Kate. Maybe I should improve my diet. KATE: When are you going to start? TONY: What do you call this? KATE: Bad things masquerading as something good for you? TONY: This is a nutrition bar. It says so on the label. KATE: Did you read the label? The little one with the ingredients not just the big one with the pretty colors? TONY: Oh, sarcasm is so not healthy, Kate. KATE: Neither is that. Let’s see… we’ve got here, (READS) High fructose corn syrup – basically sugar; uh… high maltose corn syrup – another sugar; sugar – sugar; fractionated palm kernel oil. That sounds yummy! And contains less than two percent natural flavor. That would make it ninety eight percent artificial flavor. TONY: What are you saying? ABBY: So I hear Egan’s computer is waiting to get up close and personal with me. KATE: Be gentle. I’m sure Tony will be more than happy to lug this downstairs for you. He’s feeling healthy today. TONY: No problem. ABBY: Thanks, Tony. Where’s Gibbs? KATE: With Director Morrow. He’s trying to get a meeting with the CIA. ABBY: Ooh. Why? KATE: That’s where the anonymous phone call came from. ABBY: Langley is like two hundred miles from Little Creek. Doesn’t make any sense. TONY: Especially considering Ducky established time of death as approximately nine thirty. And the tip was phoned in at nine thirty two. ABBY: It’s impossible. GIBBS: It isn’t if someone from the CIA was watching on a high-def satellite.

MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:

INT. ROBER’S OFFICE – DAY

ROBER: (V.O.) You’re accusing the Agency of spying on a U.S. Naval Station. GIBBS: Do you have a better explanation? ROBER: It didn’t happen, Agent Gibbs. GIBBS: I have a dead Lieutenant Commander and missing classified hardware and a phone call that originated from this building right after the murder. ROBER: I’m not denying we have the capability. But you know as well as I do that it would be a violation of CIA mandate to operate domestically. GIBBS: Right. You never do anything illegal? We have the same Uncle writing our paychecks. We do what we do to get the job done. ROBER: I appreciate the sentiment, Agent Gibbs.

GIBBS: I don’t have a need-to-know to know why you have a satellite pointed at Little Creek. I have a murder to solve. I could use your help. ROBER: There’s nothing I can do to help you, Agent Gibbs. If you’ll excuse me.

TONY: (INTO PHONE) Are you still in touch with the old NASA boyfriend? ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) He wasn’t a boyfriend.

(SCENE CUT)

ABBY: (INTO PHONE) He was a boy-toy. And yes, we I-M almost every day.

(SCENE CUT)

GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) You do?

(SCENE CUT)

ABBY: (INTO PHONE) Oh yeah.

(SCENE CUT)

GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) That’s good, right?

(SCENE CUT)

ABBY: (INTO PHONE) It’s very good. Why? (END TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)

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INT. MTAC ROOM – DAY

ASHTON KUGEL: (ON MONITOR) Greetings from NASA, NCIS. ABBY: Whoa, Ashton, that was so Star Trek. ASHTON KUGEL: (ON MONITOR) Sorry I’m late. I had a cluster of frozen reactor coolant heading for the flight path of an Atlas lift-off. I had to delay the launch. They were not happy about it. I am, however, very happy to see you, Abby, and to help your NCIS crime-fighting colleagues. ABBY: Ah, you’re the best, Ashton! ASHTON KUGEL: (ON MONITOR) Oh, you are, Ab. ABBY: Thank you. ASHTON KUGEL: (ON MONITOR) We really should talk. ABBY: We really should talk.

KATE: We’re lucky Abby could get in the system and pull his name off the office number. There’s not much on him. GIBBS: CIA’s not big on bios. KATE: Jeremy Wirth….twenty-three… current address, thirty-five B Maple, Georgetown. Graduated M-I-T at twenty. GIBBS: I’m impressed. KATE: Been with the Agency six months… working as a satellite analyst. That’s all we got. GIBBS: Why would they use someone so green on such a covert assignment? KATE: Too bad we don’t have a photo. GIBBS: Don’t need one. He’ll fit the profile. KATE: I think geeky, right? GIBBS: Well yeah, Kate, something like that. KATE: Ha! Have you ever seen Robert Redford in Three Days of the Condor? GIBBS: Yes. KATE: That’s a geek I could get covert with. GIBBS: Kate, I would not get my hopes up. Check it out. (CHUCKLES) (CAR DOOR OPENS/CLOSES)

JEREMY: About what? What’s NCIS? KATE: Naval Criminal Investigative Service. JEREMY: I’ve got nothing to talk to you about. GIBBS: I’m Special Agent Gibbs. Same agency you haven’t heard of before. Only I don’t take it personally anymore. JEREMY: I’ve got to go inside. KATE: We know where you work, Jeremy. We suspect you’re the one that called Little Creek about the stabbing. You need to tell us what you saw. JEREMY: I can’t say anything. GIBBS: Did the Assistant Director Rober have a little chat with you? JEREMY: He put me on administrative leave. I’m under investigation. KATE: Rober didn’t know. GIBBS: No. (TO JEREMY) You were using the satellite without their knowledge. Why were you watching Lieutenant Commander Egan? JEREMY: Who? KATE: The Naval officer who was murdered. GIBBS: You play ball with me, I can square it with Rober. JEREMY: You can do that? KATE: With the exception of finding a decent barber, Gibbs can do pretty much anything he says he can. JEREMY: I was watching…not watching… I wasn’t watching the guy in the wetsuit. I was watching something else and happened to notice activity at the edge of the screen. GIBBS: What kind of something else would this be? JEREMY: A person. GIBBS: Female person?

JEREMY: Yeah. GIBBS: Kind of a babe female person? JEREMY: Really hot. I stumbled across her by accident. She was polar tanning. KATE: Nude winter sunbathing. GIBBS: Must get cold. JEREMY: Oh, she was Sir. KATE: And you think that’s an appropriate use for a billion dollar satellite, Jeremy? JEREMY: I got a little off track with my priorities. GIBBS: That happens with hot babes sometimes. So you didn’t see who attacked Commander Egan? JEREMY: When I tried to go close, the image pixilated. All I saw was him go down. Whoever it was ran off before I could adjust the picture. GIBBS: And that’s it? JEREMY: If I had access to the Agency’s computer, I could show you exactly what I saw. All satellite transmissions are recorded on a hard drive at Langley.

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INT. ROBER’S OFFICE

ROBER: What the hell are you up to, Gibbs? (BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)

DUCKY: Commander, based on the width and the jagged lower edge of the entry wound… it appears you were stabbed with your own knife. The wound is consistent with a serrated, titanium beta alloy knife missing from your sheath. Let’s see what we’ve got here. Oh, seven inches. Well, Gerald, what have we learned form this? GERALD: Seven inches. It was a deep thrust. Most of the blade. DUCKY: And? GERALD: And from the left to right angle. The assailant was most likely left handed. DUCKY: So we’ve vastly limited the potential number of suspects. Only nine percent of the world’s population is left-handed. Interestingly, that percentage has remained the same since prehistoric times. Archaeologists have been able to determine this by examining cave paintings more than ten thousand years old. GERALD: Don’t you think we should notify Gibbs? DUCKY: In due time. Curiously enough, the Yanomami tribe in the Amazon are twenty three percent left-handed.

MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:

INT. NCIS LAB – DAY

(MUSIC B.G.) (DOOR OPENS/ CLOSES)

TONY: Find anything? ABBY: Commander Egan’s files were password protected, it took me a while to get in. (SFX: KEYBOARDING B.G.) ABBY: What, are you getting in shape? TONY: Yeah, want to feel how hard my forearm is? ABBY: No, thanks. Hey, Gibbs. You want to feel Tony’s forearm? GIBBS: I’ll pass. Copy of the CIA satellite transmission. I want to see if you can enhance the image. KATE: Find anything in Egan’s computer? ABBY: He seems hinky about the sonar device’s reliability. His notes suggest that tests may have been altered. TONY: Think Egan was killed because he was going to blow the whistle on the project? GIBBS: Maybe. (SFX: COMPUTER BEEP TONES) TONY: (V.O.) Oh, I like this part.

ABBY: This is the only time the assailant is on the screen. Now watch what happens when I try to go in. The closer I get to the figure, the more the image distorts. GIBBS: That’s it? ABBY: Sorry, Gibbs. KATE: We can’t make an I.D. out of that. TONY: Maybe we can find the polar chick. KATE: Tony’s right. The beach is on a Naval base. It’s a restricted area. Odds are she works at Little Creek. TONY: Do you want me to track her down, boss? KATE: Why am I not surprised? Want me to handle it? At least I won’t drool. GIBBS: No. No, DiNozzo took a wave for the team. TONY: Thanks, boss. Hmm… look at the muscle tone, would you? Definition on those abs. The lady definitely works out a lot. ABBY: Maybe at the base gym? TONY: Ah, that makes sense. KATE: Don’t hurt yourself. There’s going to be a lot of dangerous equipment you’re not familiar with. TONY: That’s cute, Kate. Print me a copy, Abs? GIBBS: Face only, Abby. Kate, you stay with her. Go over everything in Egan’s files. Find out everything you can about this device. DUCKY: Oh, Jethro! Jethro, while I was examining our victim, I was telling Gerald about the Yanomami tribe. He found it fascinating. GIBBS: This would affect our case somehow?

DUCKY: Of course! They were twenty three percent left handed. Lieutenant Commander Egan’s killer was left handed. GIBBS: Anything else? DUCKY: He never made it into the ocean. That good fortune allowed me to find traces of someone else’s DNA on his body. The DNA of a female. GIBBS: That mean what I think it means, Duck? (SFX: DOOR BELL RINGS)

MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:

INT. EGAN LIVING ROOM – DAY

(DOOR OPENS) GIBBS: Lieutenant Egan. If this is a bad time… EGAN: Uh…I have to meet with the funeral director. GIBBS: I have a few questions. Or I could come back. EGAN: Uh, no. This is fine.

(PASSAGE OF TIME)

GIBBS: Did your husband have doubts about the project he was working on? EGAN: I don’t know. He was pretty distant recently. GIBBS: Anything else bothering him? EGAN: Not that I know of. He hated paying bills. Always gave him a stomach ache GIBBS: Do you know much about the people at Side-Scan? EGAN: Met them at a Christmas party. Couple of other times. He kept it pretty separate.

GIBBS: Because of the confidential nature of the project? EGAN: I guess. GIBBS: He spent a lot of time at work, didn’t he? EGAN: Not in the beginning. GIBBS: But that changed. EGAN: In the last few months. He always said all he wanted was a simple pine box. But I can’t do that. (DOOR OPENS) GIBBS: I think that he’ll be good with whatever you pick out, Lieutenant. (DOOR CLOSES)

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INT. BASE GYM – DAY

(WOMAN WORKS OUT WITH WEIGHTS B.G.) WOMAN: Yeah? TONY: Hey, sorry. I thought you were someone else. Look, you weren’t sunbathing nude on the beach yesterday, were you? WOMAN: Nice try. TONY: Didn’t think so. (TO GYM MANAGER) Oh, hey there. How are you doing? GYM MANAGER: Gym’s for base personnel only. TONY: Well, I wasn’t really planning on working out. GYM MANAGER: Obviously. TONY: Maybe you can help me. Have you seen her? GYM MANAGER: Not very clear. TONY: It’s a really long lens. GYM MANAGER: It could be Gina.

KATE: You haven’t found it. GIBBS: Not yet. TYLER: You met me here to get me away from Overmeyer. GIBBS: I’ve got questions. TYLER: All right. GIBBS: What was Commander Egan supposed to be doing that morning? TYLER: Underwater test of the device. GIBBS: Meaning? TYLER: We seeded the ocean floor with targets. GIBBS: Dummy bombs. TYLER: He was going out to locate them. GIBBS: He had reservations about the project, didn’t he? TYLER: Not that I know of. Is something wrong, Agent Gibbs? GIBBS: I don’t know. Sometimes you think you have a bead on someone. It turns out bogus. It’s upsetting. TYLER: The point is? GIBBS: I didn’t take you for a party line type, Commander.

TYLER: Commander Egan wasn’t sure the range was as good as promised. GIBBS: What if Commander Egan’s test turned up negative? TYLER: The Navy wouldn’t pick up Side-Scan’s contract. GIBBS: And Overmeyer? TYLER: He’d lose a fortune. GIBBS: I’m gonna press my luck here. TYLER: Okay. GIBBS: What if the prototype isn’t found? TYLER: Side-Scan will probably be granted an extension, which would buy time to correct any problems. But there aren’t any serious flaws, Agent Gibbs. GIBBS: Would you submit to a voluntary DNA swab? I’d like to eliminate you as Lieutenant Commander Egan’s lover. TYLER: There wouldn’t be much point. Tom and I had been seeing each other for months. Anything else you want to press? GIBBS: No. TYLER: I gotta get back.

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INT. BASE GYM – DAY

(TONY LIFTS WEIGHTS B.G.) TONY: Gina? GINA: Yes? TONY: Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS. GINA: What do you want? TONY: Ah I just want to ask you a few questions.

GINA: I’m busy. TONY: Were you sunbathing yesterday on the base beach? GINA: You were watching me? TONY: No. GINA: Then how did you know I was there? TONY: I’m not at liberty to discuss the actual surveillance activity. GINA: Please leave me alone. TONY: Let me get my I.D. I can appreciate how it must look. GINA: Okay, tell me. KATE: (V.O.) I still can’t believe Lauren Tyler admitted…

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INT. BUILDING – DAY

KATE: …to having an affair with Egan. GIBBS: She’s smart. When I asked her for a DNA sample, she knew I had her. Always better to volunteer information than cover it up. OVERMEYER: What are your people doing?! GIBBS: Seizing your files. KATE: It’s part of our investigation into Commander Egan’s death. OVERMEYER: You think he was killed for the prototype? GIBBS: I think he had concerns about performance. OVERMEYER: Well, you’re wrong. GIBBS: I try so hard not to be wrong, don’t I, Kate? KATE: You’re very conscientious in that regard, Gibbs. OVERMEYER: All right, we might have had a glitch or two, but nothing that wouldn’t have been corrected before production.

GIBBS: See, you I did figure for the party line guy. OVERMEYER: What’s that supposed to mean? GIBBS: Why was only one prototype made? OVERMEYER: I funded all the R and D personally. I don’t have pockets that deep. This loss is just devastating. GIBBS: It also buys you time. OVERMEYER: Are you insinuating I had something to do with Tom Egan’s death? GIBBS: I try so hard not to insinuate, don’t I, Kate. KATE: You rarely insinuate, Gibbs. GIBBS: Yeah. All I’m doing now is taking your records. OVERMEYER: I’m calling my legal counsel. GIBBS: I would bet that he will insinuate plenty. Here. Sign this. OVERMEYER: What’s that for? GIBBS: It’s a receipt for your files. All of your files. (HELICOPTER FX B.G.) CUT TO:

EXT. SIDE-SCAN BUILDING – DAY KATE: We know the killer is left handed. (V.O.) Jonathan Overmeyer is left handed. (ON CAMERA) What about Commander Tyler? (INTERCUT FLASHBACK SCENE) GIBBS: She wears her watch on her left hand like most right-handed people do. Service file will verify. (INTERCUT FLASHBACK SCENE) KATE: They could be in it together. GIBBS: They could. (SFX: CELL PHONE RINGS) GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Gibbs. TONY: (V.O./FILTERED) I found her, boss… (GIBBS HANGS UP GIBBS: DiNozzo found our polar bear. PHONE)

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INT. GYM – DAY

GIBBS: You were on the beach yesterday? GINA: Yes, Sir. I know it’s against regs to sunbathe naked, but I never thought I’d be caught in winter. I don’t know what came over me. I just really hate tan lines. Don’t you? GIBBS: Sometimes I lay awake at night thinking about that. Did you see anybody else there? GINA: Well, that’s why I left. I heard a vehicle. Saw this guy getting out in a wetsuit. I covered up and left. KATE: Was he alone? GINA: I thought so at first. But as I was walking back to my car, I heard voices and glanced back. He was arguing with someone else. GIBBS: Can you describe him? GINA: Her. All I can tell you is that she was military.

(MUSIC OUT)

FADE IN:

INT. NCIS SQUAD ROOM – DAY

KATE: We know the killer was left-handed which eliminates Commander Tyler. Her service file confirms she’s a righty. TONY: We also know the killer is a woman. Unless Overmeyer went “Norman Bates” on the guy. Actually, when you think about it, the M.O.’s match.

GIBBS: DiNozzo. KATE: What did you do? TONY: So basically we eliminated our two best suspects. Neither is a left-handed woman in the military. GIBBS: It appears so, yeah. KATE: Damn! And they were good suspects. GIBBS: Yeah, maybe too good. KATE: What do you mean? GIBBS: We got carried away with the missing prototype. Espionage and whistle blowing is a lot more intriguing than someone who’s just really pissed off. KATE: Egan’s wife? TONY: Her husband was diving on someone else’s reef. Dipping the fin in the company pool. Pinging the wrong pong. KATE: Egan’s wife didn’t get back from the seminar until after the murder. GIBBS: That’s what she said. KATE: (V.O.) She’s a military officer. (INTERCUT FLASHBACK SCENE) GIBBS: Yes, she is. And she plays golf. (V.O.) Left-handed. (INTERCUT FLASHBACK SCENE) KATE: W-Wait. You could see that the clubs were left-handed with just a passing glance? GIBBS: My second wife played golf left-handed. KATE: So? TONY: When someone tries to split your skull open with a seven iron, it’s not a club you soon forget. GIBBS: There was an edge in the Lieutenant’s voice when she said things had changed the last few months. TONY: If she knew she was cheating on her… KATE: Wait, just because she golfs left-handed doesn’t mean she actually is left-handed. I golf left-handed but I bat and I throw right-handed. TONY: So you go both ways? KATE: All I’m saying is that we don’t actually have anything on her. We don’t even know if she knew that her husband was having an affair. GIBBS: Sure. KATE: So it’s just a hunch. TONY: Yeah. KATE: There’s no proof. GIBBS: No. (SFX: DOOR BELL RINGS B.G.)

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INT. EGAN LIVING ROOM

(DOOR OPENS) EGAN: Hello. GIBBS: Lieutenant Egan. EGAN: Please come on in. GIBBS: Thank you. (DOOR CLOSES) GIBBS: We have a dilemma to share with you. EGAN: Dilemma. What’s the problem? GIBBS: We think that your husband was killed because he was about to expose flaws in the Side-Scan prototype he was developing. EGAN: I see. KATE: But we can’t prove it. GIBBS: There was only one prototype made and that was taken from the crime scene.

KATE: We’ve conducted a search, but so far no luck. We’ll have to find it to have a chance of building a case against the suspect. EGAN: You have a suspect? KATE: A witness saw a woman arguing with your husband on the beach, just before he was stabbed. GIBBS: We think it was the commanding officer, Lauren Tyler. KATE: There’s no easy way to ask this, but did you know your husband was having an affair with her? EGAN: He was having an affair? KATE: It looks that way. GIBBS: Can you confirm our suspicion that your husband was having doubts about this project? EGAN: I’m afraid not. He never mentioned it. GIBBS: Okay. Thank you for your time. Sorry to have to drag you through this. EGAN: What do you think happened to him? Why was he killed?

GIBBS: We think that he told Commander Tyler. And that when they both confronted Jonathan Overmeyer, he offered them money to keep them silent. EGAN: And Tom refused. KATE: Yes. EGAN: He would never take money. KATE: But Tyler went along. We believe they killed him, and had to hide the prototype fast. GIBBS: We need to find it. If we don’t, we don’t have much of a case. It’s the only conclusive proof we have of defects.

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EXT. HOUSE – DAY

(DOOR CLOSES) KATE: You think she took the bait? GIBBS: Pretty hard to pass up getting away with murder and framing your husband’s lover. KATE: Well, if she’s guilty, she’s a pretty good actress. GIBBS: Hey, what about yourself, kid? KATE: This thing is so creepy. GIBBS: Why? You still don’t believe she knew about her husband’s affair? KATE: The wife’s always the last one to know, Gibbs. GIBBS: Don’t believe it. KATE: I hope you’re right. Otherwise we were pretty cold to a woman who just lost her husband. GIBBS: Well, let’s find out. (SFX: TELEPHONE BEEP TONES) ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) Hello? GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Abs? Call your boy. (DOOR CLOSES) (SFX: CAR ENGINE STARTS)

TONY: It was work related. KATE: Your phone has been ringing off the hook. It’s driving him crazy. TONY: Well, she is driving me crazy. KATE: She? TONY: Apparently Miss “I Don’t Like Tan Lines” has found something she does like. Me. KATE: And why is that a problem? TONY: Well, let’s just say that she’s a lot more appealing from a distance. A geosynchronist distance. KATE: She didn’t look so bad to me. TONY: It’s not that. She’s just not my type. GIBBS: Really? Female hard body likes to take her clothes off not your type? TONY: I guess not. KATE: Well why don’t you just tell her that, then? TONY: I am. KATE: By not answering her calls? TONY: She’ll get the message. (PHONE RINGS) KATE: Apparently not. GIBBS: Well, she’d better get the message soon or you’re going to be getting one on a pink slip. TONY: You can’t fire me for something I have no control over! KATE: Talk to her. TONY: She’ll get the message! KATE: You know, I’ll bet this is why number two came after you with a nine iron, wasn’t it? You just refused to sit down and talk things through. GIBBS: Actually, that wasn’t it at all. KATE: Oh. So what was it then? GIBBS: Seven iron. (MUSIC OUT)